The Indianapolis Star, June 27, 1999

The Lark ascends until the rain falls

The Vaughan Williams cast a hushed spell over the audience with the help of St. John's singing tone. I've rarely heard such silence during music at Conner Prairie, which is, after all, an informal setting complete with picnic suppers and romping children.

Possibly a line from the poem describes not only the lark's but also St. John's "song" best: the "eye of violets while they breathe."

...The concert moved briefly from the outdoors to the salon, figuratively, as St. John returned to dazzle the audience with Saint-Saens' Introduction and Rondo Capriccioso. This piece may be a warhorse but violinists who either can't play it or won't might as well toss it in and take up something honest, like plumbing. St. John can stick to her fiddle.